Ye Lin's pupils contracted, his heart jolting in alarm. What speed.
He hurriedly raised his long sword across his chest. The next moment, he fell from the sky like a shooting star, then crashed viciously into the ground, his fate unknown.
"Your turn..."
The stone man chuckled and turned to look at Murong Hanxuan.
"Domain, unfold."
Murong Hanxuan spoke softly. In the next instant, the two vanished into thin air.
"Damn it, this guy's ridiculously strong and ridiculously fast. Even my divine sense can't catch his movements. This is a little absurd."
Ye Lin moved his limbs and bones, his expression somewhat grim.
Could the gap between the early and peak stages of the Heavenly Immortal realm really be this vast? He could not even track the other party's speed—how was he supposed to fight?
"Pulling him into the domain should solve it, right?"
Staring at the patch of air where the two had disappeared, Ye Lin muttered. Domains were the greatest trump card cultivators possessed against the living beings of this world.
As long as one controlled a domain, one possessed an innate advantage against opponents of the same realm.
That stone man might be powerful, but once he was dragged into a domain, he could only take a beating—unless he was strong enough to shatter the domain through his own power.
But that would require an enormous disparity in cultivation, such as a full major realm's difference.
Or perhaps the person casting the domain lacked talent, had too few methods, and possessed a rather fragile domain. Under such circumstances, a cultivator of the same realm truly could smash the domain apart through brute force.
Normally, when two cultivators who had comprehended domains fought, they would use their domains to clash against each other, competing over whose domain was